The Funeral Chapter 5

Disclaimer: See chapter one


Marie jumped when Jubilee slammed down a book, and threw her a glare. "What was that for?" Kitty snapped. Jubilee walked over to the bed where Rogue and Logan were sitting and she got on the end of the bed and laid down on her stomach with her head resting in her hands.

Marie looked at Jubilee in amusement and snuck a look at Logan. He looked irritated. "What the hell do you want?" he asked rudely. Jubes smiled serenely and ignored him, which irritated him further, and looked to Marie. " Rogue." she started in a sing song voice. Marie fought back a smile and said "Jubilee?"

Jubes worked her self into an Indian style sitting. "Remember when you mentioned that earlier we were going to get to eat. Hmmm?" Marie silently nodded her head. But before she could answer there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Marie called softly.


Mrs. D'Ancanto came in looking timid at the people in the room. She was unsure if they would be okay about going downstairs now that there are only a few people in the house, the rest left at least half an hour ago. She knew that they had to be starving, after all they had complained, loudly, at the funeral.

She looked around the room and for a few seconds her eyes stayed on Marie and Logan. They looked comfortable, her sitting next to him with her head on his chest and his hand resting in her hair. And the look on Logan's face made her a little scared, he looked menacing.

Marie's mother cleared her throat, "Just about everybody has left; only six people remain. I was wondering if y'all were going to come down and get something to eat." She was startled when, out of no where the brunette girl, was standing right beside her. "Oh, yeah, I could eat a horse." And quickly brushed passed her and into the hall. She turned to her left when she heard the squeaking of bed springs and almost had a collision with the yellow one, " Jesus Christ on a motorcycle, you betta have a buffet!" she announced she nearly tripped over her own feet getting of the bed.

Marie nearly busted out laughing at the look on her Mamma's face. All her life her father had forced her and her mother to go to church and never use the lords name in vain, so hearing some be so blasé about it, shocked her. Her mother cleared her throat again and looked at them, "Are you coming'?" Marie looked at Logan and then looked at her mom. " In just a minute, okay?" Her mother shook her head but looked reluctant to leave her daughter alone with the older man.


"You sure you wanna go down there?" she asked Logan. She knew he hated crowds and never was in one unless absolutely necessary. And she didn't want him going down there just for her, even if it is only six people. She felt herself being lifted and placed on his lap, he took her chin in his gloved covered hand, so her eyes were even with his. " I told you Marie, where you go, I go."

Ever since the accident with Remy, Logan has barley left her side. He said it was his fault that he didn't tell the Cajun bastard off, but he figured that he would listen to half the schools warnings about her skin. Apparently he is as slow as he talks. Remy had caught her unawares one day in the library and had touched a piece of skin that wasn't covered. He's been overprotective ever since.

Marie gave him a sweet smile and rolled her eyes. " That still wasn't an answer to a 'yes or no' question." She pointed out, she climbed off him and stood next to the bed waiting for him. His boots hit the floor with a loud thud. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her to the door and down the stairs. She put a gloved hand over the one that was around her waist as they made their way to the family that was left. She nearly winced when she heard Jubilee laugh. " I'd wish you'd let me kill her." Logan growled. Marie laughed, " But then I 'd miss her, and I'd be crying all over you about how I miss her. And I know you hate it when I cry." He didn't answer her, but instead dropped a kiss on her head and breathed in her clean scent.

He lingered longer than was necessary.